All Chapters of Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I didn’t get a minute of sleep. My mind swung between lustful thoughts of Hope and rage-filled terrors of ripping the blonde, leaden lump Ervin to shreds. I am not fit to be underground during the full moon, it turns me into a deranged pendulum of emotions.When Hope said Ervin had a skeleton key my stomach sank, replaced by fury. Quelling the anger bubbling away inside is a losing battle. How dare he approach her like that. I’m doing my level best to not ruin everything for her. Holier-than-thou light worshipping little bastard he is. He's a fucking fraud.My hands are burned on the silver bars half a dozen more times during the night as I pace the floor. The snacks and books I snuck in don’t even get looked at. It is impossible to concentrate on anything other than Hope.I need unlocking, I need to sprint to her room and make sure, now the full moon has ebbed away that she is safe. I have control of myself again, my wolf has simmered back down to merely being infatuated. I can be

I spend a pointless few weeks after the second full moon trying to read the outlines of various men’s chests under their clothing. The darkness of my dreams allowed me to relive the sensation of his kiss. How the huge, warm frame of the man inside me tensed before finally relaxing and returning my affection with hot, hungry passion. Unfortunately, just like my dreams, I still woke up alone and clueless. Disappearing into the dark as before, he tapped me three times before vanishing. Too strong for me to hold onto as much as I tried.There isn't much else to do, but daydream now, the boiler is safe. Might as well try and rule out some of the men it can’t be. I had thought the tension would wind down after the full moon, but it’s still there. Conversations are stilted, friendships being tested. I’ve walked past two more brawls in the past week. Fingers are being chopped off by Raze for multiple offences. Raze appears to have relaxed the ban on moonshine, though, judging by the stench

I had my big cry a month ago. I let everything out on that library floor until my eyes hurt and throat stung. Then I packed all the hurt away. In the same way I don’t allow myself to think about my mother’s horrific passing too much. I box it up. Keep going.I haven’t forgotten her, I just can’t look inside that brain-box and handle the wealth of emotions that will fly at me. It’s too much. Especially down here. Plus, since Cal was locked up. I know the other pilgrims are treating me differently. I think they see his reformation of character into Ervin’s bestie as getting himself away from trouble. Namely me. Like I'm his downfall when he was so very nearly mine.Alongside that, Vera is so fake it makes me want to pull those blonde ringlets straight off her head."Hey if you want to work out with us you're so welcome!""Hope you look so rustic with your hair like that!""Cal you're so funny! Hope did you know Cal was such a tease?"Spare me.But my Papa is so happy. He’s eating, dri

After the riots, there was no exciting build-up to this full moon. Everything was tense, way too quiet. Just one spark of disagreement could set the whole thing off again. Men who had acted like brothers now cut each other dead in corridors. Nobody cleaned the dried blood outside my room. Burgundy handprints swiping down, men still limping around on makeshift crutches.Waking up to another piece of paper under my door didn’t help. ‘I AM WATCHING, MY ANGEL, DO NOT FORGET’ in a ragged, cursive script. Who the hell thinks I’m their angel? What are they watching anyway. Me being terrified. Or perhaps they didn't like Cyrus in my room. Or maybe it's Cyrus disliking Raze’s interest in me.It seems others are receiving notes. Maybe this letter writer is just out to gaslight us all for some ulterior motive. It’s gameplay at it’s cruellest. I don’t want it to be the hazel-eyed Cyrus, but he’s the most mysterious. Perhaps he has the opportunity? Worryingly, the new writing is too jagged to

“For one night. I…I want to call you mine,” he said. Well we both know one night won’t be enough.I’ve not only chosen to sleep with him, I’m pretty sure I’ve signed up to be some kind of undercover, traitorous rebel as well. To be honest I could have agreed to give him a lung, kidney and leg. I was that deranged with lust. The instant I knew something was going to happen between, life transformed into a heated, out of body experience.Laid together panting on the floor of the cell block, the step we had chosen to take loomed ominously large. “Hey, you with me?” Cal grunts softly. Pretending he's cool with one night, leaving my choices open. I know he is trying to stop me feeling guilty. It only makes me fall deeper.“Stuck with you,” I grin. I rolled onto my side, my head on his shoulder, his arm trailed down my spine. The sensation of his fingertips tracing patterns down my bare skin made me nuzzle in closer. My own fingers tease the fine, soft hair that covered his chest, down